The Hound at the Crossroads

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“I think that to one in sympathy with nature, each season, in turn, seems the loveliest.”  ~  Mark Twain

“She enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat. She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.”  ~  Morgan Llywelyn

There have been two nice outbursts from coyotes this morning. They bring such lovely music into this world that seems to be always short of music. Tis a balmy 19º. Feeling groggy, both physically and mentally. Emotionally as well, so it seems. It is the Solstice, my friends; exact at 3:44 MST. That may account for at least a grounding factor in my sluggishness. It amplifies most all energy. As an intellectual exercise the seasonal spiral of the Celtic worldview is a lovely thing to behold. But when you really experience its magic you will then know how much meaning there is bound up, woven into, the knots of love and friendship. The knots are muchly necessary, for left free-floating all of that magic is just all confusing and stuff. Yes, I feel the whispering call of the Ancestors this morning. My own mother seems to be most prominent. She knows what I have been through these past three years. And because I was there to help her along her path for the seven months, from diagnosis to culmination, that it took her to die, we have a special bond, something that is deeper and stronger by degree than a simple mother and child reunion. We started that seven months with a Harry Potter marathon and finished it with some intimate sharing, until terminal agitation took her and swept her into her endgame. Even from within her frenzied, agitated space she offered encouragement to her middle son, who was then embarking on a journey of healing from the wound they had shared as it manifested. Hey, I just referred to myself in the first and third person in the space of a few sentences. I can do that. The rules are more flexible than  .  .  .  oh, never mind. My Social Security benefit payment came through at midnight. The financial pressure that has been hounding me for three years is lifted, for the most part, and all I want to do is bunker down and indulge in a little profound rest. I will treat myself to a dinner out, a haircut, and a therapeutic massage. From there it is car repairs. But the overall benefit is that when I think of something I’d like to have or do, I can rest easy in knowing I have the resources to do so. I don’t need to  snap my fingers and make it so. It’s the knowing that is the key that opens the gate to the path beyond a friggin hard passage in life. I get an image here of Hecate at the crossroads with her three headed hound. She is smiling, and offering me sweet protection. Hecate rules the night, and she is also the Queen of the Witches. I ain’t a witch, as such, but my magick resonates so well, so harmonically sings with her magick that I am in on the game too. Good stuff that. Happy Solstice, my friends

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

 

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